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Here upon this field we will bury you, you've been out for too long, don't know how to belong

There's a price to be paid for the northern crusade, we know how to be strong, let the blade sing our song

You will not plunge us into darkness

You will not tempt us from the light

We will not bend to lies

This fight on red ice

Will be your demise

This is our sacrifice

This corruption at the core of our faith

You can see it you can feel it yet you tighten the chain

We suffer fire, we suffer this fate

Only through courage find release from this weight

The crusaders break ranks and begin to retreat. Their quest has taken them too far and they have paid the highest price. The ice of Lake Peipus cracks beneath the weight of horse and armour. The water swallows them whole.

We will not bend to lies

This fight on red ice

Will be your demise

This is our sacrifice